A/N: Hi! This is my first LP fanfic. :) It was inspired by Chessuliini's wonderful fanart. http://chessuliini.deviantart.com/art/Bring-Me-To-Life-155254896

I'll be switching the POVS between Mike and Chester. It'll be really obvious who is who.

Please enjoy my story!

Chester Bennington laid in the cold snow trying to focus on anything, but the pain. He could feel the blood coursing down his face and slipping into his eyes. He could also taste it in his mouth and he coughed in an attempt not to choke on it.

He groaned feeling the pain in his stomach and back. The pain just seemed never ending and the bitter cold wasn’t helping.

Chester still can’t believe what happened. He was on his way home after a horrible day at work. Chester worked at an office selling insurance and his boss threatened to fire him if he didn’t meet his quota. Chester had been so caught up in his thoughts about how he could get better numbers that he didn’t even notice the group of kids following him.

Chester didn’t live to far away, so he walked home. The deserted park he had to walk through had stretches of completely untainted snow and was picturesque.

Just taking in the scene, Chester breathed deeply to clear his mind. As he did he heard footsteps behind him. Curious since no one usually came here, he turned to see who was there and that’s when his world became consistent of only pain.

One of the kids had a bat and whacked Chester in the head. The group of teens pounced on him and proceeded to beat him up.

The blow to his head had almost knocked Chester out and he was incapable of fighting back, so he just lay in the snow praying for it to end.

He could hear his attackers hurling insults at him while they assaulted him.

“Fag”

“Fairy”

“Cocksucker”

Soon they grew tired and with a last insult of spitting on him they left, taking his wallet.

As Chester remembered the incident, sorrow threatened to consume him. He had come out a few weeks ago and had to deal with the looks of disgust and stares. He’d never expected it to go this far though. He was still in a bit of shock of what happened.

Chester moved a bit and could feel the wet snow seeping into his clothes. He tried in vain to rise, but the pain of moving even a little bit left him breathless and back in the snow.

Tears started to mix with the blood sliding down his face.

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Meanwhile, Mike Shinoda was putting on his jacket getting ready to head outside. It had snowed hard last night and a childish glee compelled him to go out into it. Unfortunately work had kept him busy until the late afternoon and this was his first opportunity to head out.

He locked the door to his apartment and began walking. Looking around he could see a lot of the snow was polluted by footprints, animals, and cars.

Disappointed he almost headed inside when he remembered the abandoned park. Most people didn’t like walking through there because of the thick fog that would occasionally encompass it. A lot of people believed it was haunted, but Mike didn’t believe in such silly notions.

So Mike set off for the park. He closed his eyes and relished the cold. Winter was his favorite time of year.

As the wind blew a bit harder, he adjusted his baseball cap. The park was a bit of a distance away, but Mike was highly enjoying the weather.

He entered the park and beamed at the site of all the perfect untouched snow. Only the snow around the entrance showed that some kids had been brave enough to play here, but Mike could see through the fog that there was perfectly unaffected snow farther into the park.

Bringing his coat closer around him, Mike ventured in.

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The pain was lessening and Chester knew that was a bad sign. He body was losing warmth and he was slowly dying of hypothermia and possible internal injuries.

The will to cling to life stirred in Chester and he tried once again to stand. He raised himself using his arms, but they shook badly and he collapsed, releasing a loud groan that echoed eerily throughout the park.

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Mike stopped short at the sound of a moan. Irrational fear gripped him and he was reminded of all the stories of ghosts and phantoms that inhabited this area.

No amount of perfect snow was worth meeting a ghost, so he turned to go when he heard a moan intermingled with a sob.

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Chester was now freely crying. He couldn’t believe that this was how he was going to die. He knew that no one would come through here because of the stupid fears about the park and once someone did, they’d only find his frozen body.

Before long Chester had exhausted his tears and just laid in the snow, waiting for death.

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Mike stood in the park uncertain of what to do. It sounded like someone was hurt, but he couldn’t get the idea of ghosts dwelling in the park ready to attack him, out of his head.

He listened a bit longer and then the sobbing stopped and silence consumed the area.

Mike looked towards the exit of the park. He shook his head and went in search of the crying, trying to feel as confident about the park being safe as he had believed when he entered.

The fog was getting thicker and Mike strained his ears for any sound of noise. He had been walking for a while and hadn’t found anything.

He still wasn’t brave enough to call out, and he wondered if he had imagined the crying. However he remembered how the sound had filled him with such empathic pain, a pain that couldn’t be contrived.

He took another look around and decided to turn back and call the cops about what he had heard. Then he took a double take. There was a discoloration in the snow up ahead.

Hands in his pockets he carefully approached the area. The fog cleared and he could see what the discoloration was.

Bright red shone in the snow.

Then Mike could see the trail of red lead to a man lying in the snow. He lost all caution and ran to him.

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Chester knew his time on this earth was ending soon. The pain that had consumed him earlier was all but gone now. He had lost feeling in his extremities and was just waiting for his heart to stop.

In his dying he heard slow footsteps approaching. Chester cursed his mind for being so cruel as to try and give him false hope.

Chester continued listening to the steps come closer when they suddenly became faster, almost like the person was running.

A shadow fell over him and a man came into his view. He heard him say, “Hey, can you hear me? What’s your name?”

Chester tilted his head and looked into the worried eyes of his savior and replied, “Chester”.

The man smiled shakily and introduced himself as Mike. He looked over Chester and inquired about his ability to move. Chester then told him that he couldn’t.

Mike had a calculating look about him and told Chester to hold on.

Chester just lay there curious about what Mike would do, when he felt himself being lifted up.

Mike carried Chester bridal style and made haste to the exit and then to the local hospital, cursing himself all the while for forgetting his cell phone.

Chester gazed at Mike as he was carried and couldn’t believe that he had a chance to live. He leaned into Mike trying to convey his thanks.

Mike glanced down at Chester and smiled reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: Reviews would be wonderful!